Two similar and equally depressive bands from opposite ends of the globe tear away all hope, strip away any glimmer of joy from the listener with their brands of doom suffocating black metal. Overcast skies and grey fog swallowed landscapes are images painted so drearily by Belgium's Kilte. Their two tracks, Deaden Myself Parts I and II are sort of a Burzum inspired wall of fuzz but with some interesting Cure overtones that give the the songs a layer of emotional despondency that they might otherwise lack. The subtle Cure influences are most notable in the clean guitars at the end of Dead Myself Part II which for some reason remind me of the way a church bell echoes in the distance across a sleepy European village.
